by Amy Davies
He slowly pulls out then pushes back in, bottoming out, and I cry out at the sensation. He keeps a steady pace but my need for him is growing. My body is buzzing for more.
“Faster. Harder, Ryan,” I pant out. And thank the Lord, he listens.
Slide picks up the pace, his hips bucking as he slams into me over and over. My breasts are bouncing with each thrust, and I love how his eyes track their movements. He seems completely hypnotized by them.
“I’m close,” I call out.
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock. Milk that fucker, Farrah.” He leans back a little and moves one of his hands to my clit, then pinches his fingers.
In a flash, I scream out his name, my body locks up, and flashes of lights beam behind my eyelids.
Never have I had an orgasm take over that quickly before. While my climax is fading, Slide keeps fucking me. In and out. Hard and fast. Sweat covers his skin, dripping onto mine, mixing our essence.
I move my hands down his back, over his waist, and cup his ass cheeks, pulling him tight into me. My nails dig into his tight globes, no doubt leaving a mark I am sure he will proudly wear. He groans next to my ear, making me tingle all over again.
There’s something about a man’s groan that comes deep from his throat that gets a woman moving into overdrive.
His thrusts become uneven as he chases his orgasm. His breathing is heavy as he lowers his head against the nook of my neck. I know the second his climax hits, because his body tenses and he groans.
“Dibs,” is all he says, with a strangled tone.
“Do you say that to all the girls you sleep with? If you do, that would be really weird, Slide,” I breath out, not really wanting to know the answer, but I do at the same time. He pulls back to look down at me with a slight frown on his face.
“Never. Only you,” he says. My eyes bounce between his, and I can see the truth in his words. I nod, leaning up to kiss his jaw.
Slide falls to the side of me and pulls me to him. Hooking a hand behind my knee, he pulls my leg over his thigh. I can feel his cum slip out of me, and I know I will have to wash the cover of the cushion when he leaves. Oddly enough, having him not wear a condom doesn’t send panic through my mind.
We lay there, catching out breaths, the sun beating down on us, then it hits me that we are outside. I gasp, snapping my head to look at Slide.
“What? Do you have to go and pick up Posey?” Shaking my head at his questions, I sit up. I pull the crocheted blanket that I keep out here for chilly nights off the chair and wrap it around me.
“We’re in my backyard, Slide. Oh my God.” I cover my face with my hands and groan. I can just hear Mrs. Gibbons saying something about the sex noises we were both making.
“Baby, look at me.” I shake my head, keeping my hands in place, feeling mortified. He chuckles. “Please?”
He pries my hands from my face and tilts my head up so our gazes meet. He gives me a sincere, sweet smile that also carries some mischief. Slide moves closer and kisses my lips in a gentle kiss that leaves just as much of a mark as a hard kiss.
“You’re worried about the neighbors?”
Nodding to answer his question, his smile gets wider. Tapping the tip of my nose, he grins at me.
“Baby, you are too fucking cute. Mrs. Gibbons is a mouthy old lady, and she will be happy that you’re getting some. She tries it on with all of us at the garage. She loves to pinch our asses. She may be old, babe, but from what she tells us, she has a very active sex life with her so called ‘bingo’ and ‘poker’ buddies.”
I can’t help but chuckle at that, and he kisses me again. I melt into his touch, and he takes advantage and pulls the blanket away from my body. With a gentle nudge, Slide lays me back down, him at my side, and we stay like that for some time. Soaking in each other’s touches as the waves hit the shore. My body relaxes into his. The sound of the water has always had a calming effect on me.
I haven’t been held by a man like this in so long, and I must admit, Ryan Stern gives the best cuddles.
The rest of the day is filled with touches, kisses and more sex. And every time he slides into me, I feel like he takes a piece of my heart. We talk about our pasts, we joke and laugh about things he’s done in the club. He also tells me about the day Risky’s cat, Suki, turned up and Magnum thought she’d hidden a baby from him. Oh, and the fact that Suki has a thing for Sarge, which Sarge hates.
We make plans for more dates and beach time with Posey. It’s crazy to think that this Hollywood-looking biker wants to spend time with my daughter when other men wouldn’t even give her the time of day.
Fourteen
Slide
With a notepad in my hand and a pen tucked behind my ear, I set out to do a stock check in the club’s storeroom. Today’s mission is to make notes of all the drinks we will need for the new bar, which is opening next month.
Junction Bar will be the club’s newest legal business, and we think it will do well considering the attention it’s been getting, especially when the guys and girls at Rugged Online Entertainment are bragging about it on their social media. Their fans want to come and have a drink just for the chance of bumping into them.
Fuck, every little helps, right?
I count the liquor bottles, mark them down, then the different types of beer we have. Fuck me, I’m sure a prospect should be doing this shit, but Opal said a patched member should. Plus, the prospects are helping over at the land for the rescue center.
It’s just gone three in the afternoon and I am ready to forget all of this shit, get to my woman, and bury myself deep inside of her for the rest of the night—that is, once we put little Miss Cock-block to bed.
It’s been a week—seven fucking days—since I’ve been inside of Farrah, and I think Posey knows what she’s doing. She’s a devil child dressed in cute panda and kiddy clothes. I’ve been over to their house a few nights this week, and coincidently, Miss Posey has wanted to sleep in Farrah’s bed, which means this guy here had to sleep on the couch.
I always knew that when I found someone who kickstarted my heart, I would keep her, and fuck me, Farrah kicked my heart into high gear when I first saw her. Little did I know that she came with a mini version of herself that would wrap herself around my heart just like her mom has. Spending time with them both over the last week has been amazing. They’re in tune with each other, more than mother and daughter.
I remember one night, I sat in the lounge chair, the exact same one in which I fucked her for the first time. I sat and watched them dance around the small garden they have, music blasting into the evening air. Their laughter made me take stock of my life and look at my prez and VP’s lives now. They’ve settled down and are looking at expanding their families.
Posey curled up in my lap later in the night after all the laughing and dancing they did. She snuggled into my chest, wearing her cute little PJ’s that had panda cupcakes on the green shorts and a large panda cupcake on the white t-shirt. Her beautiful blond hair smelled like fresh baby powder after her bath. We stayed like that for a while, with Farrah tight to my side as we watched the sun go down and listened to the waves of the ocean.
It felt right. It felt like home.
“Slide, you back here, man?” Abe’s voice brings me out of my memory, and the door slams open. He’s panting and sweating like a pig.
“What’s up, man?” I ask, standing up.
“Shit over at ROE. Someone broke into the back rooms and trashed it,” he explains, and we rush from the room.
I race out of the clubhouse, passing Risky and Dezi as they talk in the corner. Knowing Abe is following me, I run to the studio and see that Opal and Magnum have also arrived and are just dismounting their bikes.
“How bad is it?” Magnum asks him, as we all walk through the main door. Nothing seems touched at the front, so that’s a good sign. We reach the back storerooms where props are kept, like sex toys, lube, condoms, and some expensive sex equipment like a St Andrew’s
Cross and a few different types of sex chairs.
“They sprayed the walls, smashed up the shelves, threw equipment across the room; anything and everything breakable, they broke it,” Abe explains.
“I think the security cameras might have picked up the license plate of the van they were using. I’ll have my friend down at the traffic department run it for me,” Abe adds, and walks out of the room after a nod from Magnum.
“Who the fuck would want to fuck with a porn studio?” I ask, scratching the back of my head as I take in the damage before me. Abe was right, everything was trashed beyond recognition.
They didn’t even try to get into the other room to make more mess or try and see or hurt the girls. Right next door to this room is our live streaming rooms. They surely would have heard all the moaning and groaning going on—hell, you can hear them now.
Just because this is happening that doesn’t mean that we stop the business. Now if the girls were in danger, then yeah, we do what we can to keep them safe.
“They didn’t try and get to the girls?” Opal asks the room.
“Doesn’t look like it,” I state, looking around the room to the double doors that lead into the halls that connect to each studio or room. I kick some dildos that are on the floor, now unusable, and a packet of lube explodes under my foot.
“Oh shit. Now I’m going to be slipping and sliding. Whose idea was it to buy the good stuff?” I whine.
The boys laugh and start to pick things up, then Magnum opens his big fat mouth.
“At least you’ll be living up to your name then, brother.”
“Hey, I’ve been living up to my name for fucking years, Prez. I mean, just ask my woman.” I wiggle my eyebrows at them.
“I’m sure I heard her ask Jodie about some extra special lube the other night on the phone. Maybe you’ve lost your touch, brother,” Opal chimes in.
“She didn’t?” I ask, shocked that she would do that. Why?
Then I see his face. The smug bastard is grinning at me.
“Prick,” I mutter, and flip him off, just as I slip, hitting the wall behind me. Now the cleaning up is abandoned and they’re all doubled over, laughing their heads off. My back hurts, and my head throbs from the fall.
I stand up and look around the room to see what I can throw at my brothers. I see neon pink rubber dildos, so I pick some up and throw them. One hits Magnum in the jaw, and the one aimed at Opal hits him in the forehead as he’s bent over laughing.
“Dickhead,” I call out, laughing. Picking up more sex toys, I start launching them across the room at them, but the fuckers pelt me with objects too. A cock ring hits me in the face, just as something wet hits my chest. I look down and see a wet patch.
I look up and see Opal with a giant bottle of baby oil used for the massage scenes. He squirts me again, but I duck and dodge and hide behind a table that has been overturned.
“Oh, you fuck, that will ruin my shirt,” I call out to Opal.
His laughter is loud and booming, and I smile behind the table, before picking up a pair of black and red handcuffs. I freeze, thinking about using them on Farrah. Before I know it, I’m tucking them into my back pocket and picking up a yellow C-shape dildo for double penetration.
I look over and throw it at Magnum. He catches it, before chucking it to Opal.
“Hey, Prez, I’m sure you can use that on Risky. I mean, she needs to know what a lifelike cock feels like.”
“Fuck you, Slidey, my woman knows all about a real cock. She takes mine every night and every day, and even in between,” comes his smug reply.
“Hey, only Risky calls me ‘Slidey’,” I whine, and the boys laugh.
“What the ever-loving fuck is going on in here?” says a pissed off Risky by the door.
“Oh, oh boys, we are in trouble. Mama Risk is here to give us a spanking,” I call out, and the boys laugh again. I stand up and look over at the boys, who are walking over to Risky, who folds her arms in a defense stance.
“We were investigating a break in. Some punks broke in here and trashed the place. We were just starting to clean up when Slide decided to throw things,” Magnum tells her, and gives her a panty melting smile before kissing her.
I huff and stride over to them. “Way to throw a guy under the bus, brother.”
“Are the girls okay?” she asks when she pulls away from Magnum’s mouth. She looks down at my hand and cocks an eyebrow.
All of a sudden, everyone gets serious. I place the tube of lube on the filing cabinet next to me, before tucking my hands in the back pocket of my jeans, but only one hand goes in as the other feels the handcuffs I have stuffed in there.
“The girls are fine. This was the only room they got to, which is strange because that door is unlocked and leads straight into the other rooms. It’s like they just wanted to cause damage but not actually hurt anyone,” Opal adds, and I nod.
“Maybe it was teenage kids. Everyone knows about the studio. Maybe they just wanted to see what was in here and decided to be little fuckers and make a mess,” I add in, and Magnum nods.
“Maybe,” he replies.
“So, we need to call in a cleaning crew and order brand-new stock to replace all of this. But first, we need to file a police report and claim on the business insurance. I’ll get that done today.” Risky goes into manager mode, and I can see the heat flare in Magnum’s eyes. He loves it when Risky takes control.
The door opens and in steps Abe. He has a serious look on his face as he steps over to Magnum. As Risky calls the police to report the break in, I watch as Magnum tracks her movements but also acknowledges the prospect. That’s how Opal is with Jodie and Tucker, and I’m the same with Farrah and Posey.
“What did you find out?” Prez asks in his President voice. All deep and serious.
“I got the plate and sent it to my friend. The plates came back stolen—no surprise there. But he also sent me this.” Abe turns his phone around and shows us an image.
“Who the fuck are they?” Magnum spits out. The image shows some boys in the van. They’re smiling, so clearly they’re happy as Larry with what they’ve just done.
I’ve never seen the boys before, so I wonder what their beef with the club is, but you can be sure as fuck that we’ll find them and make them pay for this shit. We aren’t in the way of hurting kids, but they’re old enough to cause this wreckage, knowing full well it wasn’t theirs to damage, so they’re old enough to pay for it. In money or in other ways. I’m sure we have a patch of grass that needs to be cut, with scissors, or brushed with a toothbrush.
“Well, look into finding these punks. They won’t get away with this,” Magnum states, and he means every word.
“It could just be kids, Magnum,” Risky adds, shrugging.
“Fuckers is what they are in any case,” he replies.
My phone starts ringing from my pocket, and my stomach drops when I see that it’s Kenny calling me.
“Hey, man, what’s up?” Magnum and Opal look at me, and I mouth ‘Kenny’. They both nod and go back to talking.
“Slide, you need to get to Coffee Cove now. We’ve had an incident,” he growls into the phone, before ending the call.
“Shit has gone down at Coffee Cove,” I state, and that’s enough to have my prez and VP at my back.
“I’m coming too,” Risky calls out, and rushes after us. “Do not even start with me, Joey Masters. I want to see Farrah, and Posey if she’s there,” she spits out, then she storms out of the room with us hot on her heels.
I straddle my bike, fire her up, and follow behind Magnum and Opal. I know that Opal sent a text while making our way to the bikes. I have no doubt to call on our brothers to meet us at Coffee Cove.
My heart is racing in my chest at the thought of Farrah being hurt. If anyone has caused her any harm, throats will be slit. Heads will fucking roll. Gunning it through the streets, we make it to the coffee shop in no time, and I can see the damage as soon as I park outside.
On
e of the large windows has been completely smashed. The glass has covered the tables and chairs just inside, some of which still have coffee mugs on them.
Dismounting my bike, I stride into the building with purpose, and that purpose is my woman. It isn’t until I’ve stepped inside that my temper roars. Farrah is standing off to the side of the room with Posey in her arms. Tears are streaming down her baby face, and she’s visibly shaking.
“Baby,” I call out to Farrah, and her eyes go wide, then her face crumples. I make my way over to her and pull her and Posey into my arms. I try to soothe them. Both of them shake against me as I hold them tight.
Turning my head to look behind me, I see that Rookie, Slade, Sarge and Edge have arrived. Rookie’s gaze scans the room until it lands on me. He gives me a chin lift, and I return it. That’s our way of saying we have each other’s backs.
My brothers will find out who did this, and they will fucking pay.
Fifteen
Farrah
“Hey, Tommy, can you pass me that order of drinks please?” I call out. He gives me a nod and picks up the tray of three drinks, then puts it next to me so I can add their food and take it over to them.
“I’ve got it,” he tells me once I’ve loaded the tray. He has been a great addition to Coffee Cove. He gets along with Gavin, and from what I’ve heard them both saying, they’ve hung out after work.
“Thanks, kid,” I say, and turn to look over at Posey huddled in the corner with Della and Clary. The girls are doing schoolwork and Posey is coloring in, thinking she’s like the big girls and doing very important work.
I walk around the front counter and saunter over to their table; I can’t help but smile as Della and Clary do some work but then give attention to Posey.
“Well, aren’t you working super hard today. I think you all deserve a juice break,” I say, going down on my haunches, so I’m eye level with Posey.